I found this ad on craigs yesterday:
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"bought a house with a lot of wood in the basement that you can have.
email me for address
I will be there tonight at 5:00-6:30 (7/31/13)
leave a phone number and ill text you
easy access to wood by truck
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I emailed the poster and asked what type of wood and how much there was. They replied back that they didnt know what type of wood it was, and there is "about a truck load". In order for me to get to this location by the time he specified, I had to leave work early. I also signed out a pickup truck from work because mine was at home and I wouldnt have time to get it. Sooooo, I head up there to this tiny fixer-uper on the lake. I meet the owner and he opens the basement door and says "there it is, it's been picked through already". Inside this recently walled in carport that he is calling a basement was about a wheelbarrels worth of kindling and a bunch of construction debris. Thankfully I was alone, if my wife had been there she would have told the guy off and we would have left. I took all the kindling, told the owner that I couldnt use the construction debris and wished him luck.
On my way there I had dreams of bone dry oak already split and ready for burning. On my way home I was shaking my head and cracking myself up.
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"bought a house with a lot of wood in the basement that you can have.
email me for address
I will be there tonight at 5:00-6:30 (7/31/13)
leave a phone number and ill text you
easy access to wood by truck
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I emailed the poster and asked what type of wood and how much there was. They replied back that they didnt know what type of wood it was, and there is "about a truck load". In order for me to get to this location by the time he specified, I had to leave work early. I also signed out a pickup truck from work because mine was at home and I wouldnt have time to get it. Sooooo, I head up there to this tiny fixer-uper on the lake. I meet the owner and he opens the basement door and says "there it is, it's been picked through already". Inside this recently walled in carport that he is calling a basement was about a wheelbarrels worth of kindling and a bunch of construction debris. Thankfully I was alone, if my wife had been there she would have told the guy off and we would have left. I took all the kindling, told the owner that I couldnt use the construction debris and wished him luck.
On my way there I had dreams of bone dry oak already split and ready for burning. On my way home I was shaking my head and cracking myself up.